Dear Chance . . . Two Years in Heaven

Dear Chance,

We celebrated YOU yesterday, on your second birthday. How has it been two years? I find that parents say this regardless on their child's milestone days and regardless of it they live on earth or up in heaven. Time just keeps going on by, but sweet one, we think of you. every. single. day.

We kicked off your special day Monday evening by baking cupcakes, complete with blue icing and sprinkles. Your big sister, Camille, had a ball creating the perfect treat for you.

Your daddy took a half-day off work on your birthday and we went to your grave site as a family, as is our tradition. We love having a place to visit you, even though we know you are walking with Jesus, not laying in the ground.

Your sisters just make themselves at home on the grave markers all around you . . . Ahem . . .

Sweet friends left balloons and another family left a card on your grave. What a thoughtful gesture. Since mommy didn't have time to stop at the store for balloons, this was perfect, and we were still able to do our annual balloon release.

Our friends, your friends, showed up in BIG ways, again, and we were left breathless and wrapped in God's love and tangible presence. What a dear community we have. They love us, love YOU, and they thank God for how you have impacted their world's as well. You are not forgotten, Chance, and their honoring of you confirms that.

Friends wore their blue . . .

Sneakily delivered a cooler of goodies, balloon, and a birthday cake and card to our back porch, right next to your tree. . .

They visited your grave and had conversations about heaven . . .

Delivered flowers with sweet notes . . .

Released balloons in your honor . . .

And delivered dinner complete with adorable drawings . . .

Chance, I think back on your birthday two years ago and I am filled with such bittersweet emotion. The memories of that day just flood my mind. I will always love you and miss you and I appreciate how your short life continues to point us back to what truly matters . . . Jesus, shining light, and eternity. Your little life did not leave little impact.

I love you, my son. I wish you were here, but I am honored to be your mommy even if we are separated for this short time. Happy birthday, baby boy!

P.S. Camille continues to believe you live in Hawaii. I try to correct her, but I guess heaven is a bit like Hawaii, right? :)

Love,
Mommy